Winter Wonderland
Sleighbells ring - are you listenin'?
(I think it's the phone.)
This is the roof of the henhouse, covered with snow. Let me just say this: I live in central California, people! I live within 20 miles of the beach! It's NOT supposed to snow! And yet, here it is.
In the lane, the snow is glistenin'.
(And I'm sure cars are skidding all over the road, because nobody here knows how to drive on snow.)
We woke up this morning when the Baby Goddess came into our room and said "Outside, it's white all over everything." We looked outside and the world was covered with a light dusting of snow. "Quick, take a picture!" I said, thinking that it would all be gone by noon. But, here I sit, watching it come down with a will that says that it likely will still be here at noon.
A beautiful sight, we're happy tonight
(because we have the good sense to be indoors)
Walking in a winter wonderland.
Here's Sarah, the white araucana hen, charging down the snow-covered ramp from the henhouse. She doesn't seem to mind that it's freezing out and that there's snow under her feet.
In the meadow, we can build a snowman
And pretend that he is Parson Brown
(wait, I think that *is* Parson Brown - quick! Knock the snow off him and get the poor man some brandy!)
The chickens were less interested in the snow and more interested in anything that might be hidden under it. You know, like, corn or millet or some tasty beet greens.
We'll have lots of fun with Mr. Snowman,
Until the other kiddies come around.
(Which is highly unlikely. I'm fairly certain that everyone else is doing what we're doing - digging in and hoping that they have enough firewood and candles to get them through)
On Friday, I went to a couple of downtown Boulder Creek stores for stuff, and in both stores I saw folks stocking up on candles. It surprised me that these folks don't have the good sense to just have candles on hand, as a matter of course. I grew up in the early '70s, so of course there were candles everywhere. I think they're great, but it wasn't until I moved here that my penchant for candles could be construed as anything more than a fanciful indulgence.
This was the scene outside my window about 10 minutes ago. Note the actively falling snow. It's just not fair. It's stopped now, but the sun hasn't made an appearance yet.
When I look up above me, I can see snow clinging to the skylight. When there's enough sun and heat, it'll start melting and running down and forming puddles on the roof, but for now, it makes out house look like it has some kind of scrofulous skin disease.
And here is a blurry photo that the Pirate took of the thermometer/rain meter at the end of the driveway. Note that it reads barely above zero Celsius. He said that because it was about 36 degrees out, it wouldn't rain anymore.
He was wrong, of course.
(I think it's the phone.)
This is the roof of the henhouse, covered with snow. Let me just say this: I live in central California, people! I live within 20 miles of the beach! It's NOT supposed to snow! And yet, here it is.
In the lane, the snow is glistenin'.
(And I'm sure cars are skidding all over the road, because nobody here knows how to drive on snow.)
We woke up this morning when the Baby Goddess came into our room and said "Outside, it's white all over everything." We looked outside and the world was covered with a light dusting of snow. "Quick, take a picture!" I said, thinking that it would all be gone by noon. But, here I sit, watching it come down with a will that says that it likely will still be here at noon.
A beautiful sight, we're happy tonight
(because we have the good sense to be indoors)
Walking in a winter wonderland.
Here's Sarah, the white araucana hen, charging down the snow-covered ramp from the henhouse. She doesn't seem to mind that it's freezing out and that there's snow under her feet.
In the meadow, we can build a snowman
And pretend that he is Parson Brown
(wait, I think that *is* Parson Brown - quick! Knock the snow off him and get the poor man some brandy!)
The chickens were less interested in the snow and more interested in anything that might be hidden under it. You know, like, corn or millet or some tasty beet greens.
We'll have lots of fun with Mr. Snowman,
Until the other kiddies come around.
(Which is highly unlikely. I'm fairly certain that everyone else is doing what we're doing - digging in and hoping that they have enough firewood and candles to get them through)
On Friday, I went to a couple of downtown Boulder Creek stores for stuff, and in both stores I saw folks stocking up on candles. It surprised me that these folks don't have the good sense to just have candles on hand, as a matter of course. I grew up in the early '70s, so of course there were candles everywhere. I think they're great, but it wasn't until I moved here that my penchant for candles could be construed as anything more than a fanciful indulgence.
This was the scene outside my window about 10 minutes ago. Note the actively falling snow. It's just not fair. It's stopped now, but the sun hasn't made an appearance yet.
When I look up above me, I can see snow clinging to the skylight. When there's enough sun and heat, it'll start melting and running down and forming puddles on the roof, but for now, it makes out house look like it has some kind of scrofulous skin disease.
And here is a blurry photo that the Pirate took of the thermometer/rain meter at the end of the driveway. Note that it reads barely above zero Celsius. He said that because it was about 36 degrees out, it wouldn't rain anymore.
He was wrong, of course.
posted by Aoibheall | 9:18 AM
1 Comments:
Glad to see you are enjoying your weather - it's all yours! We continue to enjoy our sunny weather here in So Cal (but don't look at the thermometer, we have a high of 56°F and it feels it).
Your antee!
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